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george whitefield chadwick - the lupine lyrics

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ah, lupine, with silvery leaves
and blossoms blue as the skies
i know a maid like thee
and blue, too, are her eyes
gray as a nun’s her dress;
how lowly
and holy
her mien, cannot mere words express

fair lupine, the dew+drop shines
a gem night gives to thee;
so pure her radiant soul
within her breast must be
like thee, she dwells alone;
all sweetness
and meetness
as in thyself in her are known

ah, lupine, i pluck thy bloom
but how her grace may i win?
so pure, so fair, is she
my suit may not begin
unless i send thy flower
to prove her
and move her
me with her priceless love to dower!

- george whitefield chadwick lyrics

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